Listen to a podcast of Idris Goodwin’s “Death to the mystical muse.”
when her head tilts a snowflake gently
lands upon her eye lash & the wind
stirs & the lunar flirts with day sky she
will generously flick the star beams off
her shoulders & they will plummet
from the clouds where she saunters
naked & awesome amongst the writer’s
fresh brewed black tea
i hope she drowns
wry and funny and mischievious!